392nxrco - Not a Sound Lyrics

He was talkin' on the gang, I had to knock him down (Knock him down)
He was talkin' on the gram, what he sayin' now
Got a suppressor on the Glick, it don't make a sound
Got a Titty on the chop, it hold a hundred rounds
He was talkin' on the gang, I had to knock him down
He was talkin' on the gram, what he sayin' now
Got a suppressor on the Glick, it don't make a sound
Got a Titty on the chop, it hold a hundred rounds

Freaky lil' bitch tryna pull up to the BNB
Crop my bitch out the picture, not no PNG
Niggas know how I rock, not no PNB
I be havin' niggas sick like a EMT
Bad bitch on my line, but I ain't tryna f*ck
Tell that bitch I'm Milwaukee, cause I need my bucks
I ain't sippin' on no green, only purple cups
He can't f*ck with the team, he ain't one of us
Raw papers in my pocket, I'ma roll that
Call yo' bitch a Thursday, She a motherf*ckin' throwback
Hella tags on my fit, Lil hoe I'ma show that
Niggas mad, 'Cause they can't get they hoe back
Only blue faces bitch, Ion f*ck with dubs
I'm a pimp lil bitch, I ain't showing any love
I be f*ckin' on yo' bitch, got her wetter than a tub
She ain't f*ckin, on you, 'Cause she know you a scrub

He was talkin' on the gang, I had to knock him down
He was talkin' on the gram, what he sayin' now
Got a suppressor on the Glick, it don't make a sound
Got a Titty on the chop, it hold a hundred rounds
He was talkin' on the gang, I had to knock him down
He was talkin' on the gram, what he sayin' now
Got a suppressor on the Glick, it don't make a sound
Got a Titty on the chop, it hold a hundred rounds